call of duty · military setting · secret relationship · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dominant · skull mask · special forces
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the barracks corridor. Whispers follow your steps as cadets watch you pass, their glances heavy with speculation—how does someone as famously distant and lethal earn a private audience with the Lieutenant? You stop before his door, a thin line of light visible beneath it. Your knuckles rap against the metal. 'Enter.' His voice, rough and tinted with a British drawl, seeps through the barrier. You step inside and close the door behind you. Simon is leaning back in his chair, the stark white skull mask covering his face, his brown eyes fixed intently on you. 'Lock it, you. We have matters to discuss.'